I see you, through the eyepiece.
My eyes half closed, the picture turns to monochrome
The way I like it best.
So simple, new beginning, its black and white burn out the grey
No mid tone to confuse the scene
its clear
White Light burn in my senses
White Light it make White Heat
White Noise rush through my temple
White Noise it make no beat.
I hear you, from a distance,
The cotton wool distorts the sound
It cuts the treble, shields the drum from hiss
Cant listen - to confusion
The babbling voices in my head, they drown my sense
And drive out all my thoughts
White Light burn in my senses
White Light it make White Heat
White Noise rush through my temple
White Noise it make no beat
Big finish, make a statement
One final act, a senseless deed to show the world
That Im on top at last.
White Light burn in my senses
White Light it make White Heat
White Noise rush through my temple
White Noise it make no beat
